A Yorkshire Tragedy.
Wife. Oh my children.
1.Ser. How is it with my most afflicted Mistris?
Wife. Why do I now recouer? why halfe liue?
To see my children bleed before mine eies,
A sight, able to kill a Mothers breast without an
executioner; what, art thou mangled too?
To see my children bleed before mine eies,
A sight, able to kill a Mothers breast without an
executioner; what, art thou mangled too?
1.Ser. I thinking to preuent what his quicke mischiefes
had so soone acted, came and rusht vpon him,
We strugled, but a fowler strength then his
Ore-threw me with his armes, then did he bruize me
And rent my flesh, and robd me of my haire,
Like a man mad in execution,
Made me vnfit to rise and follow him.
had so soone acted, came and rusht vpon him,
We strugled, but a fowler strength then his
Ore-threw me with his armes, then did he bruize me
And rent my flesh, and robd me of my haire,
Like a man mad in execution,
Made me vnfit to rise and follow him.
Wife. What is it has beguilde him of all grace?
And stole away humanity from his brest,
To slay his children, purposed to kill his wife,
And spoile his seruants.
And stole away humanity from his brest,
To slay his children, purposed to kill his wife,
And spoile his seruants.
Enter two seruants.
Ambo. Please you leaue this accursed place,
A surgeon waites within.
A surgeon waites within.
Wife.
Willing to leaue it,
Tis guilty of sweete bloud, innocent bloud,
Murder has tooke this chamber with full hands,
And will not out as long as the house stands.
Exeunt.
Willing to leaue it,
Tis guilty of sweete bloud, innocent bloud,
Murder has tooke this chamber with full hands,
And will not out as long as the house stands.
Exeunt.
Enter Husband, as being throwne of his
Horse, and falles.
Horse, and falles.
Hus. Oh stumbling Iade, the spauin ouertake thee,
The fifty diseases stop thee;
Oh, I am sorely bruisde, plague founder thee,
The fifty diseases stop thee;
Oh, I am sorely bruisde, plague founder thee,
Thou
